One of the characters in my latest novel is a young, ambitious photographer working on a provincial newspaper in the 1960's. My research on the subject was going well until I met an old college friend I'll call Angela, who spent several years as a freelance photographer. After offering lots of useful advice on the subject, she asked what I was like as a snapper ( a cool word in the sixties.) Cringing, I handed her my mobile phone ( 5.0 megapixel autofocus and no doubt very uncool.) I have to say her face was a picture. Below are some of Angela's favourites from my' portfolio' which she's planning to use in her forthcoming book 'What to do when The Camera Lies.'
York Minster after three glasses of wine
My wardrobe taken without glasses
Mr Guernsey Writer driving by roadworks
And finally...My 'fairy granddaughter' flying away
Can't see what's wrong with them, myself...
4 comments:
I like them all.Love the blue frocks GG...
And nothing wrong with blurring...I've always thought it lends a certain softness to pictures..That's why whenever Mr Horsehound takes a slightly blurred pic I tend to prefer it to his perfect ones. Disguises facial imperfections...you know what I mean:)
I also think they are ace. Just wish I could take such thrilling 'photos Mrs P!
Perfection is boring!
Who wants to be perfect anyway, (Apart from Guernsey Millie, of course - it's in the genes...)
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